Joanna Harcourt-Smith's blog

My face was new to me and yet I knew the woman in the mirror. I tried to grasp a feeling or thought so I could evaluate it but everything came and went so fast there was no room for judgment. I needed to define who I was. I was afraid of being nothing if I could not control my mind. Me just seemed to go on without me. (more)

I always thought my belly button was ugly, it sinks in deep. I wanted a belly button that was just a slight scar on my tummy, not a belly button you can sink your finger in. Well my belly button was to come in handy during the time I visited Timothy Leary in prison. (more)